Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Easton doesn’t waste any time. He lines himself up with my puckered hole and shoves his cock inside of me. He doesn’t go slow like his brother, and I guess he really doesn’t have to anymore because I’m well stretched now.
Preston shoves his hand between my legs, his palm rubbing against my clit while his finger slips into my pussy. A moan slips from my lips as pleasure builds yet again.
“I want you to come with me,” Easton orders between grunts.
Preston adds a second finger to my pussy, while Easton fucks my ass hard and fast. Our skin slaps together loudly, but I don’t even care. All I care about is how my body is feeling. I’m so in the moment, nothing else exists, no problems, no matter how big can touch me right now.
“Christ.” Easton groans as his thrusts become faster and faster. Pleasure building higher and higher. Preston finger fucks me just as hard, his palm grinding against my over-sensitive clit. “That’s it, I can feel you coming. Squeeze me, milk my cock with your ass.” Easton’s filthy words push me over the edge.
I come apart for the third time. My whole body spasms, my ass grabs Easton’s cock tightly, and I feel his release pulsing in my ass. My eyes are closed, but I see stars floating around me. My knees give out, but the guys hold me up. I’m barely aware of Easton finishing inside of me. My whole body feels like I’m floating.
“Are you okay?” Preston’s voice turns concerned.
“Yes,” I answer quickly. “More than okay.”
Easton slips out of my ass, and I can feel their combined cum running down my inner thigh. It should gross me out, but instead, I feel pride and satisfaction.
The guys spend the next few minutes washing me, making sure I’m clean, before they turn off the shower and wrap me up in a fluffy towel. By the time we’re dry, I can stand on my own again. As my body regains more strength, my mind is also becoming clearer.
Every time I’m with them physically, I forget everything around me, everything they’ve done to me, and all the things they could still do. I should really worry about this more, but for once, I just want to feel normal. And every time we have sex, that’s exactly how I feel. I should push them away, but I don’t think I’m strong enough to do so.
23
EASTON
All good things have to come to an end. “You’re sure you have everything you need? We can’t bring you anything?” I ask once I’m finished getting dressed. I don’t want to leave her, but of course, I have to. We have no reason to stay around—I don’t think she wants us to, either. There’s a fine line to walk now. Knowing she wants her space, which means having to step back. It fucking sucks, but she could tell us to go fuck ourselves otherwise.
I don’t want that. I want her to want us to stay around. Nobody ever told me I would care about this kind of thing one day. I’m not prepared.
“No, I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me.” That’s easy for her to say. It feels like she’s all I can think about, all I can worry about.
“If you say so. But I’m going to need you to make me a promise.”
Emma looks like she just swallowed a bug or something once I turn around to face her. It’s too easy to set her off. I guess I should feel bad about that, since it’s not like we haven’t given her a reason to doubt us. “It depends on the promise.”
“Listen to this,” Preston mutters as he finishes putting his shoes on. “First she almost orders us out of here so we’ll have time to go home and change before school, then she gets all mouthy.”
“I’m just saying. I wasn’t born yesterday.” She folds her arms and sticks her chin out, and it’s honestly adorable how she thinks she’s tough shit. The girl has been through things I don’t even want to think about, but I kind of want to pat her on the head, too. I’d probably lose my hand, which is why I don’t bother.
“Listen.” Instead of patting her head, my hands find her shoulders. “You do too much. You push yourself too hard. You’re going to start logging in from home a lot more than you do now.”
Why is it not a surprise when her eyes narrow? “I’m sorry. Sometimes my memory gets foggy. I don’t remember asking whether you think I should log in or go in person.”
“He’s right.” Preston stands and folds his arms. He can look pretty intimidating when he feels like it. “You need to start thinking more about keeping yourself as healthy as you can. When I think about all the disgusting assholes you come into contact with on campus, it makes me sick.”